One day, i dont know why really, but i felt like death itself. A new kind of feeling, a new kind of lonely, a new kind of sad, a new kind of angry, a new kind of emotion. I guess it was because i started hanging out with who were being ab*sed and had depression, that’s what i like to tell myself. In a way i felt all hope leave me, and never came back. It’s been a while since that day, and every twist and turn in this adventure has been more and more difficult. I ended up discovering i was Bisexual and that i had a love for creation that i’d like to pursue, so not gonna lie saying this has all been bad because… it hasn’t. Deep down i know is should tell someone properly about this so i can get some actual help but fear fuels hate and overtime i’ve grown to hate venting to close ones. What i’m saying is, if you have only just entered this journey, don’t hesitate to reach out. Seize the moment and take the opportunity, because if you don’t, you will regret it.